Really there needs to be quite a few more hours in the day. Hours preferrably not spent at my thankless paying job. Time which I could use to write. Or sleep. Either of the two would be nice at this point. It's gotten to the point at my real job where I spend most of the daydreaming about being somewhere else and I constantly feel like I need a vacation. I either daydream about writing or I daydream about a beach on the Bay of Fundy, where the breeze blows salty sweet and fresh and the sun shines brightly...
Sigh... I need to win the lottery...
